The mirror of distance Glancing in the window, a small glimmer is observed. Dangling in your hair, you see this and put the idea aside. "It's nothing," you tell yourself. Go about your morning, pretending it was just a reflection of light. Then, in the mirror, the negligible white shape appears winking at you from the reflection. Again, you remind yourself, "Surely, it's the angle of light on the mirror." Then a third time, you finally are face-to-face with the glint, and it is unmistakable--...

The mirror of distance Glancing in the window, a small white flint is observed. Dangling in your hair, you see this and put the idea aside. "It's nothing," you tell yourself. Go about your morning, pretending it was just a reflection of light. Then, in the mirror, it appears, winking at you from the reflection. Again, you remind yourself, "Surely, it's the angle of light on the mirror." Then a third time, you finally are face-to-face with the glint, and it is unmistakable--peering at you. Low...

The mirror of distance Glancing in the window, a small white flint is observed. Dangling in your hair, you see this and put the idea aside. "It's nothing," you tell yourself. Go about your morning, pretending it was just a reflection of light. Then, in the mirror, it appears, winking at you from the reflection. Again, you remind yourself, "Surely, it's the angle of light on the mirror." Then a third time, you finally are face-to-face with the glint, and it is unmistakable--peering at you. Low...

The mirror of distance Glancing in the window, a small white flint is observed. Dangling in your hair, you see this and put the idea aside. "It's nothing," you tell yourself. Go about your morning, pretending it was just a reflection of light. Then, in the mirror, it appears, winking at you from the reflection. Again, you remind yourself, "Surely, it's the angle of light on the mirror." Then a third time, you finally are face-to-face with the glint, and it is unmistakeable--peering at you. Lo...

A bus, going to the inner city. A barrio and a ghetto. The houses are decrepid and sullen. The children aren't naive. Waving their arms, flailing their power. Fires are on the sidewalks. An open field with dried tired reeds. Lost, within this frenzy. A sad friendly face, greets with understanding. The knowing is in his eyes-- kindness, quiet sorrow. Strangers fumble with him to communicate, verbs following nouns. Laughing, he nods his understanding and points, "Vaya derecho." Waving hands as ...

Loss of a colleague: venerable, wise, and noble. Loss of a friend: unerring in devotion, worthy of permanent kinship, selfless in love.

One woman said, "I knew that would be the last time we saw him." Someone who knew him well, wept. The news was hollow, tired, expected. To deliver the news personally was kind. Had we read the e-mail. "No." a second woman replied. The second woman, startled, walked closer--mouth parted. And stared. She paused, collecting news with her wide blue irises. Quietly, she rotated herself back the way she'd come. Walking paces. Her arm was raised, only revealing a bent elbow, the arm raised against h...

Painful it was, young man To see you struggle, just so. Knowing your misfortune- now, perhaps always... Since, when? What did we do for you, young man? Do you sleep tonight with blankets, a pillow, shelter. I'm so sorry I didn't do more--for you, young man.

He had walked there. Through drizzling water and shadow of night, he had walked there. Winded and breathless, he pawed at his soggy goat-tee, sniffling in rain as he stared upward for signs and meaning. Then he bent over at his waist, exhausted. He fumbled over his knees, under a solitary street lamp buzzing intermittently in the rain. The rest provided by the stable skeleton of his well-formed extremities was somewhat of a solemn comfort, alone in this dismal dark. It was only his shape tha...

He had walked there. Through dripping water and shadow of night, he had walked there. Winded and breathless, he pawed at his goat-tee, sniffling in rain as he stared upward for signs and meaning. Then he bent over at his waist, exhausted. He fumbled over his knees, under a solitary street lamp hissing intermittently in the rain. The rest provided by the stable skeleton of his well formed extremities was somewhat of a solemn comfort, alone in this dark. It was himself that provided comfort ag...